day one

Well, I never imagined myself writing a blog, but for some odd reason it made sense this morning when I woke up. It's been one of those rare occasions when I've been able to sleep in and I guess that I realized that I could actually say a few things every now and then. Or maybe just share a few things every now and then. Remember Cliff from Cheers and his stand-up routine of naming something and then him asking "What's up with that?". Oh well, it's not intended to be that annoying, but we'll see how this develops.

Words have never been an easy thing for me, so the mere fact that I have decided to do this made me name this page el verbo encarnado, whis is the incarnate word in English. You felt offended by the use of that term? Tough. It's working just fine already.

I am listening to Dead Can Dance's Into The Labyrinth, and the evening is crisp. My room faces a hallway in a condo complex, and a lot of my neighbors keep passing by wearing their flip-flops, when it says it's currently 59 degrees. I simply cannot get it: they flip and they flop and it's not only annoying but moronic in Winter.

Oh, don't think that 'cause of my harsh comments I'm some kind of tyrane: I do love gingerbread. I went to Whole Foods to check out the merchandise, when I noticed their lovely baked goods, and there it was. I just had to get it... and so I did. I haven't eaten it yet, as I plan to have a date with it this evening. I definitely love gingerbread.

I have one message online: this guy from the Valley, just like Samantha Jones called it. He seems flaky. I am having a mug of decaf while listening to KCRW now and they're talking about Condoleeza Rice. I am so grateful for decaf, as I swear her name would have just made me gasp.

This lady is saying on the radio, "I am a human soup", talking about a melting pot and the community and I can't help thinking about a big Campbell's soup can with curvy legs frolicking, just like they used to show them on TV years ago. I amuse myself easily sometimes, and soup puts me just there.

Okay, this is enough for now. That gingerbread loaf keeps calling me, just when NPR News is talking about gene therapy and how scientists are giving guinea pigs their hearing back using it. It is disturbing to think of what made them lose their hearing in the first place. "Re-storing hearing is remarkable", the guy on radio says. And I say it is high time for gingerbread. Ta-ta...

PS- Thanks to my online bud Doug... I had pizza, beers and good music last night. It helped! :)